Writer and artist. My writings on AO3. All artwork's under #my artwork tag. Bingo fill master post. My current obsession is Stephen Strange (and the rest of the MCU by osmosis). Tolkien/LOTR will forever and always be one of my fandoms. This blog has both my writing and art, and tries to reblog mostly funny, interesting, and positive things.
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Good news. I finished chapter one of the still untitled fourth fic in the Earth-197320 series. It still needs to be betaed before I can call it fully finished (if the individual who betaed the other two is available) but I’m still pleased it happened.

The fic is still nowhere near finished - Chapter 2 is only 400 words right now, three and four are still mostly disjointed scenes, and 5 and 6 don’t exist in anything but an outline - but I’m glad some inspiration came to me.

For anyone out there who might be worried about commenting the same thing as someone else on a chapter, I once got 6 comments on a chapter and all 6 of them referenced the same line. It just so happened that it was also my favourite line, and knowing that other people loved it too just made my whole damn day.

Just like authors don’t need to be original with their plots, commenters don’t need to be original with their comments. If you want to say something, go right ahead. Don’t worry whether someone else said it first. Your voice is important too. ❤

As a reader, I very rarely read the other comments on a fic/chapter before writing my own. That way it’s actually fun to read the others afterwards and go “oh wow a LOT of people liked the same bit!”, instead of feeling like “oh no what if I’m just copying what other people said…”

And as an author, I love finding out that something in particular stuck out for multiple people because either -yesss I had the effect with it I wanted to!- or -heehee that was my favourite line tooo and I’m so proud of it!- or even -oh damn I didn’t expect that to be so special, cool!-

I had three separate people pull out the same quote from my latest fic, and I was exceedingly smug about it, bc it was one of my favourite bits too.

I’ve had people commenting on a line in a fic of mine for several years now as it’s hands down their absolute favorite in that whole thing. Years of this, y’all. For a 4 word sentence. And it doesn’t get old for me, for any of us, I promise you. It thrills us to no end. Y’all can spam us about those ‘damn dinosaurs’ all you like and we will love you for it. We probably laughed our asses off writing the line that made you laugh yours off. It’s a shared emotion between us and you. That pride, that awe, that amusement or sorrow. Knowing that you felt the same thing as us when we wrote it has a significant effect on us.

Lexie’s Follower Celebration: @groovyenby requested Tony Stark cuddled on a couch and wrapped in a comfy blanket while drinking hot coco being happy. I haven’t watched most of the MCU, but there’s a kid that belongs to Tony, right?

I feel like fandom generations are both very specific and easily conflated. Like,, you either live through so many they blur together into one hellish mess or you join in on one generation and remain blissfully unaware of the previous ones

Trekkster Gods

No internet

fledgeling fandom

women run everything

seriously where the fuck did we go wrong

fandom wouldn’t exist as we know it without these women

conventions, badges, quite a lot of taboo but also lots of fun

closely-knit communities

mostly discussions in magazines

hogging the phone so you can chat with your friends

(while trying to pretend the rest of your family doesn’t exist)

basement meetings

fanart what??

Dawn of Networking

tin-bucket sites and forums

the badly assembled DIY IKEA kits of the internet

these were strange places

i’m too young to know firsthand but I’ve heard the stories

they were like,, inhabited by eldrich beings

who would sell souls in exchange for fanfics

early RPs

nobody was quite sure what they were doing

but!! You could connect with more fans quickly!!!

made obsessing less lonely

yay

“I was there Gandalf”

Live Journal

small internet communities

the name “Ann Rice” strikes fear into your heart

also hatred, lots of hatred

adding every warning and rating under the sun, hiding behind NSFW filters even if it isn’t necessary, praying you don’t get reported or deleted

you get reported

your friends get reported

nobody is safe

fuck.

Citrus Cheesecake

DeviantArt and ff.net

bright shiny eyes

children everywhere

“more of a lime than a lemon >//< but also kind of just a lemon with fluff?”

where did all the adults go? Where were they hiding??

pls don’t flame

A/N *dances away from your flames because idgaf*

omggg such a nosebleed!!!! XD lol

characters and authors having conversations in the author’s notes

Archive of Our Saviours

ooo we found the adults

mass migration by younger fans to Tumblr, Ao3 etc

looking at fandom’s earlier stages like “I have no memory of this place”

there’s a large grey area between “this creator is a misogynist/homophobe/racist” and “this creator did not fully think through the implications of some of their writing choices” and it would be nice if people would stop to assess where in the scale between those two cases their criticism applies, instead of going for a hard zero on the first option all the time

Still alive! Will get to people/replies soon ™. Have had little motivation for social interaction, work takes it out of me.

(Going to try and donate blood today. Apparently badly needed atm. Gonna also see if they’ll test my blood for antibodies because I want to know if that horrible flu I had in early Feb after walking through the airport Wasn’t A Flu).

It’s a nice day. The sun’s shining bright overhead and the lake next to the house looks warm and inviting. He and Tony are sitting out on the porch, catching up over cups of Tony’s homemade cold brew and smoothies DUM-E made from a recipe FRIDAY found for him on Pinterest.

Rhodey has Morgan perched on his lap, gently bouncing her up and down as Tony asks him how his mama is doing, suggesting they go on a road trip to go visit her in Philly so she can finally meet Morgan. They’re just a few weeks out from Morgan’s first birthday, and it’s high time her honorary grandmother gets to see her in person instead of just over video chat.

Just as Rhodey’s leaning over to place his glass back on the table, he catches a whiff of something in the air. He wrinkles his nose a bit, sniffing a couple more times to figure out what it is he’s smelling.

“Yeesh, okay,” Tony says, with a slight grimace that does nothing to cover up the smile that’s threatening to break out across his face. “Time for her diaper change.”

“Oh damn, is that what that stench is?”

Rhodey turns Morgan around so that she’s facing him. Holding her up so only her tiny feet are resting on his knees, he can’t help but engage his goddaughter in some baby talk.

The giggles bursting out of Morgan lights up his entire world, and he keeps it up as he gets out of his seat to bring her inside to get changed, Tony following right behind him.

“Alright, Princess Stank, let’s get you into some clean diapers, yeah? You’d like that? Don’t wanna be stinky like your old man Mr. Stank, am I right?”

Morgan’s giggles get even louder, and right as Rhodey’s about to launch into some more baby talk, he hears her say her first word.

“–tank!”

He and Tony pause in the middle of the living room, staring at each other for a second before turning back to Morgan.

“What did you say, honey?” Tony asks, reaching out to pick up Morgan from Rhodey’s arms. “Can you repeat that for me?”

“S-s-stank!” Morgan almost yells, then falls into more peals of laughter. In between giggles, she keeps saying it. “Stank! Stank!”

Next to Tony, Rhodey bursts out laughing, hands on his knees as he tries to contain himself. “Her first word is stank,” he chokes out. “Morgan Stank.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Tony says, obviously a little put out but still amused if the uptick of his mouth is anything to go by. “My kid’s first word, literally born from shits and giggles. Thanks, platypus.”

One of the many things that Endgame ripped from us is Stephen meeting Steve and Natasha and Nat and Steve just being like “Stephen Strange???? Like the one that Hydra wanted dead????” And Stephen just sitting there like “?????!!!?!?!!?!?!?!?”